"Haha, Brother Lei Xing, don't be too tired to wake up so late!"
Sun Hu, a five-year-old man, who usually looks at being honest, shows a smile that a man understands on his face, and winks at Lei Xing.
"Sun Hu, early in the morning, what can I do?"
Lei Xing was upset, and even the culprit who had disturbed him, Sun Hu, did not have a good face, and asked in an unsalty or indifferent tone.
"Nothing, I just want you to drink!"
Sun Hu put his hand on Lei Xing's shoulder and said with a grin.
"Just drinking?" Lei Xing's face turned black when he heard it.
I thought that Sun Hu had something important to look for him, but it turned out that he was just inviting him to drink. As a result, Lei Xing, who had not done a good job with Luwu, felt even more uncomfortable.
"I have something to do, so I won't go!"
Lei Xing was angry, turned and walked into the room, closing the door with a slam.
"What's wrong?"
With Lei Xing's abnormality, Sun Hu was confused, staring blankly at the closed door, shook his head, and left immediately.
Back in the room, Lu Wu walked out with his clothes on, looking at Lei Xing with a face, he wanted to laugh for a while.
"Well, master, don't be angry, what opportunities do we have in the future?"
Lv Wu was empathetic, poured a cup of tea to Lei Xing, and said soothingly.
"Okay! I admit that I feel a little uncomfortable!"
Lei Xing smiled, stretched his hand across the green woods, hugged him in his arms, and the pain in his heart suddenly disappeared.
After that, Lu Wu went to wash his clothes, and Lei Xing started to practice as usual.
About half an hour later, the caravan began to set off and continued to march towards the golden city in the depths of the sinful land.
At the same time, about hundreds of miles away from the caravan, there is an active volcano. Flames rise all year round on the mountain and magma often emerges, hence the name Flaming Mountain.
Flaming Mountain, located in the central area of the Land of Sin, is the only place for all caravans to pass through to the Golden City.
Recruiting land, a silver lightning came from a distance and hovered over the top of Huoyan Mountain. A young man walked out from it and watched his appearance. It was the young man who was in the room of Tingyuxuan Tianzi No.1 in Shaoyang Pass.
The young man jumped off the flying boat, a light mask radiated from his body, and the flames around his feet immediately extinguished.
After falling steadily on the ground, the youth looked around and nodded secretly.
"The younger generation of the Mo family in the golden holy city is not nameless, please see the senior flaming lion king!"
The youth looked around the Huoyan Mountain, filled with the sound of aura boosting, rolling echoing over the Huoyan Mountain.
Everyone in Sin Land knows that this place is called a Flame Mountain, but few people know that in the depths of the Flame Mountain, there is a scary existence hidden in the cultivation base.
The Flame Lion King, an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, walks through the practice of airflow, and has stepped into the King Realm with his own cultivation base, and is a veteran spiritual king realm powerhouse.
The young man is not nameless, he is a direct descendant of the Mo family, one of the five major families in the Golden Holy City. He has occasionally heard of the existence of the secluded person in the depths of the Flame Mountain from his father's generation.
After Mo Wuming yelled, he waited for a long time, and suddenly there was a loud rumbling noise from the Flame Mountain, and the whole mountain began to split from it.
Gradually, the flame weakened, the magma returned, and the cracks grew bigger and bigger, and then stopped until the width was large enough to accommodate a person entering.
Seeing this situation, Mo Wuming's face was beaming, and with a few steps, he leaped into the crack.
Inside the crack, the mountains on both sides were blood red, and there was a stone ladder in the middle, leading straight to the depths of the Huoyan Mountain.
Mo Wuming stepped on the stone steps and carefully went deep into it. After about half an hour had passed, he jumped off the stone steps and came into a wide space.
Mo Wuming's gaze swept around, and finally locked on a middle-aged strong man in front of him.
The middle-aged strong man sits on a dark red throne, his eyes are like eagles, his eyebrows are fiery red, the whiskers under his jaws are like fiery red steel needles, and he holds a small pet that looks like a leopard and a tiger in his hand.
The middle-aged brawny is exactly what Mo Wuming is looking for, the veteran spirit king realm strong flame lion king.
It is hard to imagine that this flaming lion king, who has lived for nearly a thousand years, looks like a middle-aged man.
"Junior Mo Wuming has seen Senior Flame Lion King!" Mo Wuming bent down and bowed his face respectfully.
"Who from Mo Batian are you?"
The Flame Lion King's complexion was indifferent, his palm stroked the pet's red hair, and the sound from his mouth was billowing like thunder.
"It's my father!" Mo Wuming replied.
"Oh! Why are you looking for me?" The Flame Lion King nodded, went straight to the subject, and asked.
"You have something junior, want to ask senior for help?" Mo Wuming raised his head, his eyes filled with eagerness.
When the Flame Lion heard this, he stared sharply at Mo Wuming's face, with a smile on his face, and asked; "If you want me to help, you can bear the price?"
"These things are specially prepared by the juniors for the seniors!"
Mo Wuming felt extremely depressed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he dared not look directly into the gaze of the Flame Lion King. He raised a Xumi Ring in his hand and said repeatedly.
"Haha! Go!"
With a smile on the corner of the Flaming Lion’s mouth, he raised his hand and patted the pet in his hand.
call out!
Mo Wuming only felt a strong wind blowing on his face, and the Xu Mijie in his palm disappeared.
He raised his head, his complexion changed slightly, because he found that the disappeared Sumijie was being held in his mouth by the pet of the Flame Lion King.
"This pet is not easy!"
Mo Wuming also had a lot of knowledge, and vaguely felt that the leopard and tiger pet was very extraordinary.
The Flame Lion King had a domineering look on his face, and touched the pet lying on his lap, but that pet showed an expression of humane enjoyment.
Then, the Flame Lion King picked up the Sumijie held in the pet’s mouth, closed his eyes and examined it, with a satisfied smile on his face, and said with a smile: “For your father’s sake, I’ll help You are busy. Come on, what do you want me to do?"
Mo Wuming heard that he secretly despised the Flame Lion King, but no matter what was revealed on his face, he saw his backhand, took out a portrait from it, handed it to the Flame Lion King, and said, "The caravan in which the young man on this portrait belongs is two or three. The Queen will pass this Flaming Mountain, and the younger generation hopes that the senior can kill it!"
The weird scene that happened just now appeared again. This time Mo Wuming noticed that the tiger-like leopard pet of the Flaming Lion King turned into a red line, and instantly took the portrait in his hand back at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. In the arms of the Flame Lion King.
The flaming lion king opened the portrait, which showed the face of a lifelike young man.
This boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with long red lips and white teeth, and an extraordinary appearance. When he looked carefully, he looked a bit like Mo Wuming.